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This That

8Ball

Life's Quest

2012

down, it's your boy, one and only Real McCoy
Really was on my way out, start to give you a little more! 
Dope rap, shout it up, smoke it up, pour it up

of what I know

I get Gully
Hereditary
You can't make that
A legend in my Clarks and Starbury's
Let me back track
We moved ice out the freezer by the two

Intro

Demorne Warren in the place to be

Show the party people what they came to see

Back in the days had a afro and braids

I cut it to a fade got

on?
Many more plus two out of your three
And I didn't sign anything I did it all for free

Since you were scratching on the surface like you're DJ Lambo

money
Without the damn pills
I would feel no need to make
Hits, fuck that shit
I'd keep it real
All verses
No singing
Only bringing beef
And versing all

pay it no mind guess its back to the grind
It’s back to the grind

You say you got a real one but what do you know?
Has she seen you at your highest

supposed to
Bring the rap game in a small stu
Imma go ahead and make it work like i used too
Got my boy bhimo frying tofu
In the back stu
With my back crew

Super duper fly on a natural high, posting
We 'bout to bring that real rap thrill back
The zest and the zeal that you
Mass appeal cats can feel
Threaten

State of the Art

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

watched the quality drop over the years
Even the rap pioneers managed to bring me to tears
It's like everybody stopped trying, but people keep buying
which

of your three
And I didn't sign anything
I did it all for free
Since you were scratching on the
Surface like you're DJ Lambo
How bout the guns we brought

permission 'cause DJ on call
He gon' snap out
For my family, I'll die, blackout
In the mall and all with stacks out
Deposit that shit, took it back out
See my

You're tuned in to Buck Naked and Kyle on Cosmos Radio (ayy-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo)
Ayo-yo, ayo

Bring it back to the basement 
Freddy Kruger shit

microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless

comin' back
We writing stories and spittin' them on the track
Remembering when I first had the heartbeat
Feelin' love and to follow my dream
Sorta seems

the lord me special
He be watching my back
Helping me cut all the snakes out my grass
Showed me talents i knew i could rap
Stick to this shit me and NSG gone

that
This music shit finally bringing some money it's a dream come true
If it start to move slow I'll stick to my roots and buss U
Go back

you're a flop I be bringing the pain
Live for the rap got me going insane
Missing your shot I'm a hit with the fade
Your playing cod bah this isn't a game

bringing your momma pain
Niggas can't out Fox me, I'm really the man
They be playing two roles like they really your fam'
I let the fans see that real

to run
Don’t worry bout what I do
I rap bout how I move dJ Kryptonite
I move how I rap nigga puerto Rican plug

Right now I can see myself
Platinum off

a that
Ain't it funny ya carry weight
But
Burdens can't carry ya back
Scariest fact
Hilarious infact
I'ma goat
Nefarious my raps
Carry this in fact, I'ma

ain't tricking
She's bringing it back to me
Call me the money man
Got me some bit coin
I'm doing the money dance
Know I got haters
I call them my funny

Cannot create a mistake when niggas nagging about it all the time
Unwanted motherfuckers bringing up anything when they go by
And mention that one

who are yal to ever try to get in God's way
Machine gun rap, but I ain't sittin' in the back
I'm usually in the front, or VIP
Perhaps you haven't heard

like I'm EA
Pull up on you and I gotta do it three ways
Don't give a fuck bitch I rap like a dj
I spin the turn tables you can go lee way
I don't know